Cleanup, desk-work, time at the board.

Pat kneeled down on to the mat. Mr. Taylor tousled his hair, brushing it out of Pat's eyes. Pat was a little thankful that the desk was going to shielding him from the class, even though he had just been ass fucked by his boyfriend at his desk in the middle of class, he still felt shy that he was willing getting on his knees to pleasure the teacher. And he was so willing to do this as Mr. Taylor spread his legs wide. His large dark cock hung over the side of the chair, a drop of white cum hung off the tip of it. Pat licked his lips, ruminating for a moment that it was only the day before that he admitted to himself how much he was into guys as well as women.

Pat stuck out his tongue to catch the drop of cum before it dripped onto the floor, he swirled the drop around in his mouth and savored the salty taste. Pat took hold of Mr. Taylor's dick, even soft was thick and about the length of Pat's hand. It was heavier than he expected, so he leaned in, and started to slowly squeeze and pull on Mr. Taylor just like how Pat liked to be be touched. Mr. Taylor moaned softly, and encouraged, Pat stuck out his tongue and started licking from the base of the cock to the tip. Pat could feel how slick it was, and could taste the blond girl that Mr. Taylor had just been fucking before class.

As Pat's tongue traveled up the length of the shaft, he could feel it stirring and getting larger. Pat reached the tip and gave the large head a deep kiss, frenching the slit just briefly and was rewarded with a bit of pre-cum. Pat let out a little pleasurable moan, like he was eating some candy. Taking his mouth off the growing head, Pat looked up at his teacher and give him a sultry smile. The older man with the chocolate skin and the salt and pepper stubble smiled back at him and nodded. Pat dived back down and started to gently lick and suck the large balls at the base of the ever-growing shaft.

As Pat slurped away at the teacher's balls he continued his stroking and pumping of the cock was having an effect, and each stroke seemed to just a little longer. Pat did another journey from the base to the head, and had to shift from kneeling to crouching position. "I'm never going to be able to get this into my mouth." Pat thought as he got to head. A little unsure of what to do now with this monster he just started to lick all over the head with his tongue. Mr. Taylor must have noticed Pat's confusion, or more likely he was used to his students not being able to take the full might of his erection into their mouths, because he put his hand gently under Pat's chin stopping him. Mr. Taylor leaned over and asked softly, "I know from your antics at the beginning of class you are comfortable with anal, but I still want to get your consent to put you up on my desk and fuck you."

Pat froze for a second, this is what he was expecting to happen, wanting to happen, but to hear it put into words was a lot to process. He nodded meekly. Mr Taylor smiled and said kindly, "Good, but I need to hear you say it."

Pat gulped, he prayed his voice wouldn't crack, "Y–yes sir. Please put me up on your desk– and– and fuck my ass in front of the entire class."

Mr. Taylor grinned, and led Pat to the desk and placed his feet onto some foot-stands that were attached to the side. A little confused, Pat stepped up and leaned over. Only then did he understand, the foot-stands elevated his ass up to Mr. Taylor's height, and the desk was a little lower, so Pat's ass was sticking up in the air in front of the whole class. "Maybe they will be too busy taking the test to notice." he hoped. But a quick look at the other students in the class showed that while every single one of them were working on their tests, possibly pleasuring their seat-mates, they each snuck a furtive, knowing glance at what Pat and Mr. Taylor were up to.

Pat felt a cold, probing finger spread lube on his ass, and then a thick, firm, hot shaft began to push against his sphincter. At first it felt much too big to enter, but Mr. Taylor put his large strong hand on Pat's back to caress and comfort him. Pat stopped worrying and relaxed and suddenly the bulbous head of his teacher's cock pushed inside him. Pat let out a loud "OOOOOH FUCK!".

Mr. Taylor pressed down upon Pat's back two strong fingers on either side of his spine and shushed him. "Other students are taking a test. If you keep disturbing them, we'll have to stop. Can you be quiet?" Pat nodded meekly, as his teacher thrust his hips slightly, pushing further into his ass. "Good boy."

Pat tried to remain silent as he lay face down on the desk, mouth open, drooling a little. Mr. Taylor was so big, and he was being stretched out. "Don't– ooh don't..." Pat said quietly. The teacher didn't stop, but slowed down pushing himself into his newest student, and leaned over to see if he was ok. "Don't stop." Said Pat. It did hurt, but it hurt so go good and he felt so full. Mr. Taylor, began to pull out, and the pushed himself in a little further. Out, then back in. Mr. Taylor began to develop a rhythm. Pat reached out and grabbed the sides of the desk to steady himself, holding himself in place as the teacher thrust into him. Pat could feel the teacher's cock was getting closer and closer to his prostate, and he remembered how good it felt when his dad plunged his meat deep into his ass, and Mr. Taylor was even bigger than that.

Just when Pat seemed to get into a rhythm, pushing his ass back against his teacher's thrusts, the dick up his ass found the prostate. Pat bit his lip to stop himself from screaming with ecstasy. Pat held his breath and his mind left his body briefly, only connected by the stream of pleasure the ass fucking was giving him. He lost track of time, all he could sense right now was the thrusts in and out, the shaking of desk, and the feel of the big strong hands that held onto his waist. The only thing that showed the passage of time were the students who finished their history tests, and brought them up to the desk, placing them next to Pat. Some of them lay a hand on his arm, back or head. Many of them giggled, or cooed at the sight. Pat lay drooling, trying so hard not to moan and disturb the class, because he never wanted this to end.

Suddenly Pat felt a great emptiness has the giant cock pulled all the way out. Pat whimpered from the fullness being gone. Was it over already? "Alright everyone is done? Then you can work on homework, read, or make out until the bell. But no phones. You're scholars in my class, not social media influencers." Pat felt Mr. Taylor's strong hands pick him up off the desk and into the teacher's muscled arms. The tall black man pressed the younger student up against the blackboard wall and let go with one arm and repositioned his cock to find Pat's rear opening once again. His deep voice rumbled, loud enough for the entire class to hear, "You can moan as loud as you want now, Pat."

A confused and disoriented Pat put his arms around the older man's neck and hung on for dear life as the fullness returned rough and passionate. Pat tried to wrap his legs around the man's thrusting hips, and laid his head on the teacher's shoulder. Mr. Taylor had been gentle with him earlier, now Pat could feel the giant cock slamming up into him and pulling almost all the way out, again and again and again. It was like being with some big fleshy fucking machine. Pat started moaning, cooing, and even swearing, in a surprisingly high pitched voice. HIs own cock, small by comparison was pressed up between the two sweating bodies, and even though it ached for release, the pleasure his ass was getting was almost a distraction.

Pat started to breath heavily, being held up against the wall was surprisingly athletic and he was suddenly very thankful for Ms Bichir's cardio training, Pat vowed to take those exercises more seriously, if only so he could be better equipped to receive a fucking like this. Mr. Taylor was sweating as he pounded away, Pat started crying out loudly, "OHH FUCK! YES! FUCK! FUCK ME!" From this vantage point he could see the whole class, and he locked eyes with his boyfriend, who was sitting at his desk, eyes locked with Pat, with a look of abject lust and admiration on his face. Abby was bouncing on top of Adrian, and Pat could see that he was about to orgasm.

Mr. Taylor also seemed ready to cum, his pace had increased, and suddenly he groaned a rumbling, baritone roar. He slammed Pat hard against the blackboard, plunged deep into Pat's ass and unleashed a flood of hot sperm deep within Pat. Pat and Mr. Taylor looked deep within each other's eyes, panting from all the shared exertion. "Mr. Arton, it has been a genuinely pleasure meeting you." The teacher smiled and pushed back Pat's sweat wet hair. "You have taken to this world much better than many of your otherworldly peers. I am going to love having you in my class this term."

Pat gave him a big, sloppy, passionate kiss that lasted until the bell rang. Mr. Taylor set Pat down, and his first step was very wobbly, but as he stumbled Adri was there to catch him. Pat's boyfriend smile and gave him a peck on the cheek, then handed him his backpack. Mr. Taylor called out to the class, "Remember to read the first section of chapter 3, we will have a discussion about the Columbian exchange!" The teacher then turned to Pat and said, "I will see you after school. And it appears I got carried away and neglected you." He nodded down at Pat's raging erection. "Is there someone in your next class that can help you with that?"